mayfield_rpg | ➤ 10th Transmutation

A. » Action 「1649 Albright Lane」

[Good morning, housemates! Sure hope you weren't in dire need of sleep because you'll all be getting a 6 AM wake up call in the form of a completely devastated, broken, piercing scream when Ed wakes up.

After the scream subsides there's a tense, stunned silence. It's heavy, almost palpable and all Ed can hear is the staggered sound of his own breathing. Slowly, he pulls his legs up to his chest, hugging his knees as his entire body starts to shake.]

A-Al... Alphons --

[The moment he tries to say his brother's name he feels his eyes start to sting. His throat seems to close on him and he squeezes his eyes shut. A painful sob rips at him and it doesn't look like the tears are going to stop anytime soon.

His brother. His little brother. He was... he was gone.]

B. » Action 「Around Town」

[He wasn't able to stay in the house for too long. Fresh air was something he desperately needed. Ed's not going anywhere in particular, he's just wandering. He's barely paying attention to where he's going and he really doesn't care where he ends up.

Those that know him will notice something is very wrong. It was the way he's walking, the way he's holding himself, the look in his eyes. The confidence he usually exuded is gone. The determination that always lingered behind his eyes has vanished. It's almost like he's not even the same person.

Approach?]

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Almost a year now. [And doesn't he just sound so thrilled about it?] Not as long as some of the others here, but a year is still way too long to be here if you ask me.

How about you?

Please contain your excitement~. [Grell laughs lightly in amusement.] Not quite as long. Perhaps just two months.

[A tired smile pulls at his lips]

Heh, yeah, right. I'll try.

[He's quiet for a moment, rubbing at the back of his neck.] Do you... is there anyone here from home with you?

No, there isn't. I'm uncertain if that is for the best or not.

For the best, I think. This isn't the kind of place I'd want the people I care about to end up.

Ironically, there are people I don't care about that I wish were here, and a few people I do care for that I wish were here, but they would only spoil my time here.

It's rather complicated.

[He stuffs his hands into his pockets, frowning a little.]

No one deserves to go through the hell they put us through here.

Better the devil I'm familiar with, than the devil lurking in the shadows with multiple masks back home. [SIGHS] At least here, there is a larger initiative to do something.

[The Malt Shop is just a few feet away now.]

I do value the creative minds at work, though.

[He holds the door open for Grell.]

How d'you mean?

[What a gentleman!]

Thank you.

This town is rather mundane, don't you think? With the addition of those drones, I'd prefer a bit of variety once in a while. [She chooses a booth by a window, since it had plenty of sunshine.]

[It doesn't happen often. I wouldn't get used to it.]

I'm ok with it. I grew up in the country, I'm used to quiet places.

[Darn.]

Ah~? That must explain it. I'm far too used to something always happening. How is the country?

I'd rather be in the country than a city any day. Everything's so close together, people are everywhere, and it's so noisy and hectic that it's hard to find a minute to just relax.

Completely different back home. My best friend lives at least a mile away from me and that's considered close. Life's simple, peaceful even. Hard to find that anywhere else.

It goes to show how often I travel outside the cold, concrete jungle. That scene you've described sounds delightful.

[A waitress comes along and Grell orders two root beer floats.]

I suppose if I wish to raise a family, it would not be in city.

Heh, it's not for everyone. Some people thrive in a city. It's just not for me.

[He nods a little, a heavy look settling in his eyes.]

Y-yeah. It's.. it's a nice place to raise a family. I admit I'm a bit biased if only because that's where I grew up.

[Okay, she has to ask. So she leans forward a bit, as she is sitting across from him.]

What's eating at you, sweetie?

... It's a long story. I'd rather not talk about it, honestly.

If that's how you wish to play it. At least tell me you'll look a bit better after our orders arrive?

[The waitress arrives with impeccable timing, placing each float before them.]

So this is a root beer float... [There's a straw and a spoon for the treat, but Grell is uncertain which to use first.]

[He tries to smile, he does, really. It almost works, too. Almost.

But then as if on cue their orders arrive and the look on his face if replaced by one of mild interest and confusion.]

Is there a certain way we're supposed to eat this?

I'm not certain. Perhaps we should try the straw, and then the spoon?

[So she sticks the straw into the soda with the spoon in one hand, taking a sip. Hmm, an interesting flavor. Then a scoop of ice cream and...]

...oh my...

[Watching you so carefully right now, Grell. He hasn't touched his yet.

Was that "oh my" a good thing?]

... And? What's the verdict?

It's delicious! [BEAMS and continues eating.]

[Well that was encouraging!

Alright! Time to try this thing! He takes a sip, scoops up some ice cream and -- ]

-- shit, this is really good.

Told you~! [Grell grins before humming happily.] I've heard of these before, but never tried it. [She takes another refreshing sip.] I can't imagine this being healthy if eaten too often.

[She's already contemplating on incorporating this into her diet.]

[He laughs a little]

Probably not, no, but that's never stopped me before.

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